it was on its way to becoming the worst day of my life. but you guys turned that around. all the way around.
what better way to spend your birthday than to jam the night away with the best bandmates you could ever ask for, have them surprise you with an awesome cake and attempt to sing a harmonious birthday song but ends up otherwise, hide presents in your room, and then continue jamming the night away in your living room? nothing can top that. tonight was truly something special.
this state is too profound. a taboo in this realm.
its easier to put your life into another's hands. but having others' lives in your hands is definitely no walk in the park. maybe thats why i generally avoid teaching jobs.
unconditionally, would be good.
nothing goes uncounted. when the width of a thread is all that separates a simple, instantaneous choice between two states. two very distinct states. to reside in an unsettling, interminable vale. it isnt meant to incapacitate nor induce vacation. as i've said, everything happens for a reason.
when you remember. it means something to you.
i cant believe i almost let this slip through my fingers.
its driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around but lately i'm beginning to find that when i drive myself, my light is found.
perfection at 7:15 AM
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009
In the quiet, I question My purpose, my mission Could something as beautiful as this belong to me Still and silent, I listen A touch, a creation A stirring from within an uncharted terrain.
Why bring this faltered creature here Unworthy, even in its own eyes A wasted heart of faith not given to the wise
No, He says Doubt not the plans I have for you The path you fumble on, I've paved with My hands Do not veer, do not fear For by faith, My love will hold you near
In times of change, I struggle A need to throw in the towel As sure as a child lost in Strangers Paradise No one else can, I concur To impact, to conquer If I'm not right with You, I'm not right at all
Hope, a weak flame on the last wick Blinded heroes in a vacuum A voice without a victory song to proclaim
Come home, He says Come on home
perfection at 4:18 AM
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Sunday, May 24, 2009
if you're thinking of dealing with me on ebay. and if you've never sent a package via the local post office before. or if you just lack the basic sense that most of us boast. i suggest you dont.
we're kids and we rule the world. but we're not idiots.
spent the last few days stuffing comedy down my throat. especially stand-up. and yes, on youtube.
violence is universal. humour is culture-specific. it may be easier to market violence internationally. but do the right thing.
dance crews. where physical uninhibited expression and my envy lie.
here she comes in a suit and a tie Shepherd's bush and a leopard's pie she's marching to the funky beat of James Brown and his dancing feet.
perfection at 2:39 AM
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Friday, May 22, 2009
journey and kiss are next in line. the time of short shirts tucked in high-waisted jeans and mind-blowing glam rock has arrived. although i feel the strain just watching steve perry do his thing.
the mind is a beautiful thing. and by beautiful, i mean beyond comprehension. a blackhole of knowledge and God knows what else. quite ironic, that the very thing from which understanding emerges is the same thing that we'll be struggling to decipher for as long as we live.
i dont get it with the whole dan brown davinci angels demons slush. yea freedom of speech and religion but this is ridiculous. hyped-up hollywood hooha sells anything. but we'll look back and go "oh, now look what you've done".
a singer in a smoky room a smell of wine and cheap perfume some will win, some will lose some were born to sing the blues.
perfection at 3:29 AM
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Monday, May 18, 2009
the irony of holidays. just a different kind of busy.
this way forever? i dont want it.
better finish my mockingbird and move on. literarily uninspiring. doesnt come in handy when i choke for words.
lean not on Man. for we were made to fail each other.
i yell and tell it that its not my friend i tear it down i tear it down and then its born again.
perfection at 10:04 PM
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009
i've run out of brine.
its the hardest thing i'll ever have to do to turn around and walk away pretending i dont love yall i cant let yall see what yall mean to me when my hands are tied and my heart's not free yall've been good to me.
perfection at 2:56 AM
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Monday, May 11, 2009
let the auditions begin.
imagine the war between the desire for equality and the necessity of hierarchy. understand why it tears me apart. my demons, my battle.
say what you want. hear what you want. think what you want. because when push comes to shove. i've got more than just a fork road.
who would've thought. we all grew up.
arrested.
first to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect you live your life like a canary in a coalmine you get so dizzy even walking in a straight line.
perfection at 10:20 PM
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Thursday, May 07, 2009
wee hours and chaos, here i come.
i forgot who it was that taught me to snap. but the exact location was below paya lebar mrt. and his exact words were "just put the two fingers together and try to push your thumb upwards". just a little tribute.
a picture does speak a thousand words. and the images i conceive, i cannot translate. someone get me an artist now.
this is the life.
its time to come together its up to you, whats your pleasure celebrate good times, come on!
perfection at 3:03 PM
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Sunday, May 03, 2009
double consensus. BURN.
now all the criminals in their coats and their ties. are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise. while rubin sits like buddha in a ten-foot cell. an innocent man in a living hell. thats the story of the hurricane.
fear of mediocrity. the ordinary. it compels.
Instead, the past has become a vast reservoir of styles and possibilities that are permanently available for reconstruction and revival. - Martin Lister
the unchecked squares remain status quo. funny, how you never notice those things when time is on your side.
source, sustenance, destination. thats truly all in One.
like a rose, trampled on the ground You took the fall and thought of me above all.
perfection at 3:01 AM
theJOURNEY.
theTUNES.
what sing you.
theMUSICIAN.
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